Carved memories…

Carved memories       I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you… Continue reading →

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Lift your eyes…

Lift your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                          … Continue reading →

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The songs of the seasons…

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                                The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading →

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